Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, not that I want him, but I'm sad that I don't own Snape because he rocks!
Thanx to my betas -writin'-like-crazy-and Obsessed-with-random-theories-about-Harry-Potter because everyone knows my grammar sucks.
I've been wanting to write this chapter for so long because Snape is my favorite character, and January 9th is his birthday.
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January 9th
9:25 am.
Severus Snape was not happy. He very rarely was, but that is beside the point. Today he was even more unhappy than he was yesterday, or the day before that, or the day before that. Severus tried to remember the last time he had been this unhappy.
Oh yes. His last birthday.
Every year, January 9th served to tell him that he was another year older, and he had successfully wasted another year of his time teaching, instead of something more useful.
As he stalked down the hallway toward his chambers, robes billowing behind him, he dreaded what he might find in his quarters.
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9:28 am.
Albus Dumbledore was very happy. Of course, he was always uncannily and annoyingly happy, but today was special. He remembered the last time he was this happy. One year ago, on Severus' last birthday.
Every year, Albus threw a "surprise" party for Professor Snape down in the dungeons. It wasn't much of a surprise anymore, seeing as how he planned it every year, and every year Snape looked less and less surprised.
Although Severus always acted like his usual self at the party, Dumbledore believed that beneath that sneer he was truly enjoying himself.
The only surprise now was that every year, Severus managed to restrain himself from strangling Albus.
As Severus entered the party, the staff jumped out from behind sofas, walls, chairs et cetera, and yelled "Surprise!"
"Oh, it gets better every year." Snape drawled, rolling his eyes as McGonagall escorted him over to his place of honor at the table. He sat down, eager to get the whole affair over with, and was quite surprised when he heard a knock at the door.
Seeing that the whole staff was present, Severus wondered if it was another guest at the door. The look of Albus' face suggested otherwise.
Because no one else made a move to open the door, Severus got up and opened it himself. It was a student.
Well, at least it was a Slytherin.
Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, confused as to what kind of madness would lead Professor Snape to have a party. It was all too bizarre. Today was a strange day, first theā¦
Oh shit, he almost forgot why he had come here.
"Sir, I didn't realize you were, entertaining company?" Draco said with a smirk.
This earned Draco a glare from his Head of House.
"Why did you come here Mr. Malfoy?" Severus asked coldly, his patience wearing thin.
"There's a fight in the girl's loo. It's Weasley and Pansy."
"Miss Parkinson and Miss Weasley?" The Professor asked, glancing back at Dumbledore as if to ask whether he had permission to leave. Dumbledore nodded.
"No Professor. Mr. Weasley and Miss. Parkinson." Draco said as he followed his professor toward the girl's loo.
How Draco knew about a fight in the girl's bathroom, Severus didn't want to know.
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9:32 am.
Ron had Miss. Parkinson in headlock when Professor Snape arrived.
"Mr. Weasley, if you don't wish to spend every night until the end of term serving detention with Filch or myself, I suggest you release Miss. Parkinson.
Ron contemplated his choice for a few seconds before slowly letting go of his hold on Pansy's neck. She gasped for breath and ran over to Draco, flinging her arms around him and sobbing. Draco awkwardly put his arms around her.
In a display of possibly the worst timing in the history of the wizarding world, Harry Potter chose that moment to burst into the bathroom.
"Ron! I got reinforcements!" The smile on his face quickly disappeared owing to the fact that the most hated professor in the school was sending him his patented death glare.
The effect was not in the least bit diminished by the fact that they were standing in a girls's loo.
"Potter," He whispered dangerously, "I am in no mood to put up with your insolent petty fights. If you don't want Gryffindor to find themselves two hundred points behind, I suggest you leave. Very, very quickly."
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. The rest of his crew had disappeared the moment they had seen Snape. He did feel a little guilty leaving Ron all by himself with two Slytherins and the Greasy Git, but that was just too bad. Ron was on his own.
As Snape turned his focus back to the boy in front of him, Ron's face went pale, and his blood ran cold.
"Weasley, I'm not in a good mood today, and I don't need you to try my temper. You will serve detention with every night until I tell you you're finished. Also, I think a hundred points from Gryffindor will suffice."
Severus turned to leave, and Ron, furious because Pansy got off scotch free, made a comment that he would regret for the rest of his short and pathetic life.
"Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the dungeon this morning," He murmered.
If Ron had expected an ex-spy not to hear this, he was horribly mistaken. In a flash, he found himself with his back against a wall, and a hand on his throat.
"Care to say that to my face Mr. Weasley? There are curses I know that would make your hair stand on end, and I have ways of making things look like accidents." Snape paused. "Of course, I would hate not to see you at detention, but I think I'd survive."
Draco and Pansy had been inching toward the door since Ron had made his comment. Even the Slytherins feared their Head of House, and they knew when he was angry, it was best not to get in his way.
Snape heard the door close, followed by two pairs of feet sprinting down the hallway. A smirk appeared on his face.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, it seems the witnesses have left." The Potions Master applied more and more pressure to Ron's neck as the boy turned blue. Just before he fell unconscious, he released his grip and took out a small knife from his belt.
"I'm not going to suffocate you Mr. Weasley. That would not satisfy me. I want to get to the heart of the matter, and everyone knows the best way to a person's heart is through his ribcage."
With that, he plunged his knife into Ron's chest and let the now lifeless body slump to the floor.
Something told his that he wouldn't be at Hogwarts on his next birthday.
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I've been wanting to write this for so long!
If anyone wants to know I had a wonderful birthday.
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